procrastination causes braindeadiness

The end is coming! It is! Blogathon will be ending soon! I don’t think I remember what life is like without Blogathon. I have been dealing with it since Thursday night, since my family kept me busy until then. Group emails, tweets, making some changes to the blog template, cursing because I broke the template, fixing it, more group emails, calls, instant messages…

It’s all for a good cause though and I volunteered to do this so I would never complain. In fact I’ve been enjoying this. It’s nice to do things you want with people who want to do them. This is only my second time participating in Blogathon as a blogger and this year’s experience has been much better than the previous. Plus, I don’t think I’d have made it to the end if I did it on my own. I’d probably have pulled out half my hair and destroyed my blog by now (I tend to break it by accident every time I’m in a rush).

This reminds that I discovered a bald spot in my left eyebrow. I don’t know why or how but I woke up and there was a bald spot! I have talked about how I am very clumsy and tend to discover scratches and bruises on me that I don’t remember getting but this is different. I’ve also been noticing other weird things. Lately I keep catching myself doing the stupidest things. What is happening to me? When did I become the person who cannot remember to not speak while he has mouthwash in his mouth? Yes, I made a mess.

I think it might have to do with the fact that I haven’t been doing much with my brain over the past couple of weeks. I’ve been very lazy and I guess it’s true what they say. Your brain is a muscle, if you don’t use it, you lose it and let’s just say that I’ve been finding myself with time to floss, time to clean, to discover that my duvet fits in the washing machine, etc.

Starting this Monday I should be getting back into my uni work. I have to start and finish my dissertation by the end of September. Although it sounds like a long time it’s not. There are a lot of things than need to be done. I have a lot of reading, writing and referencing to do. Preferably I should use half the time to research and write it and the rest to make correction/revisions and “last minute” additions which aim to improve the grade.

Having said all this, I know what I’m like and I can see myself procrastinating another week away. What do you tend to do when you procrastinate or get lazy?

Muse <3

A couple years ago I got Guitar Hero 3 which had a song called “Knights of Cedonia” on it.  I was very intrigued but knew nothing about the band.  Shortly after that I went to go visit my High School Best Friend Forever (HSBFF) and while we were getting ready to go out, she was playing music.  I was really digging the music and asked who it was.  She told me it was Muse – and told me that they were the band that did “Knights”.  I got my hands on as much Muse music as I could find and just devoured it all.  I love this band!  They are a trio from England.

So, a few months ago the HSBFF calls me and says that I needed to come to New York City (where she lives – squeeee!  I love NYC) in September to go see U2 with her.  Meh, I’m not a huge fan of U2, so I began kind of trying to backpeddle my way out of going up there when she dropped the following bomb on me.

“Muse is the opening act.”

O-M-G!  I immediately agreed to go.  We bought concert tickets and squealed all over each other.  She called me the next day.  “Guess what?  They added a second show!”  O-M-G x2!  So we bought tickets to that show as well.

SO. EXCITED.  I can’t wait to see them.  Oh, for your viewing/listening pleasure….here is a live version of one of my favorite songs by them – Unintended.

(and Therapy in the Making? Mat Bellamy is very dreamy and you totally remind me of him!!!)

A Move?

I am sitting on pins and needles.  Have been for a week now and it’s UNCOMFORTABLE.  You see, I hate my job.  I am grateful that I am actually employed at all in today’s economy, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.  I don’t actually mind what I do for a living (I’m a buyer for a very large airplane/aerospace business – makes planes, name rhymes with “going”), I hate doing it here right now.  Here being St. Louis, MO.  I have been here for nearly 4 years now and I have hated every single second of it.  The people here are ridiculous and it was made very clear to me in the beginning of June that the only way to get ahead here was to kiss management ass.  Which I am SO not going to do.  So I called my old manager in Houston, TX, in tears, and asked if I could come home.  She put a job requisition in the system the following day (with a relocation package on it too!  score!!) and I applied.  I had to actually interview for the position (stupid HR rules) and am competing for the job with 3 other people.  The interview was last Thursday and I was told the decision would be announced in 2 to 3 weeks.

Hence the pins and needles.

I want to go home.  I’ve lived a lot of places, but Houston is what I consider home.  It’s been my favorite place to live.  Near the ocean, green and pretty, never gets ridiculously cold.  Plus, the job is just so much better there.  It’s supporting the space program (the International Space Station to be specific) and I love it.

So, keep me in your thoughts.  I need this job so I can get out of this miserable town and job.

a letter to my brother

Over the past week I’ve been mentioning my family being over and driving me nuts but there was a reason behind this lovely reunion. You see someone in the family was graduating… I’ve been meaning to write this since Thursday night

Dearest brother,
You’ve finally done it! I want to congratulate you on your success. Well done fatty, you did better than me! I know very well how hard you’ve tried and all the work you’ve put into your studies. I was there. You can’t lie to me and even if you try I can always tell. Like remember when you said you hadn’t seen my toy cars? I knew you had and we did find them in the VCR a couple of days later. That’s when you started referring to it as “The Garage” (after you had already tried stuffing a sock in it and before you put jam on one of the tapes and stuck it in there because “it was hungry” – oh and by the way that was the last time we sent it to get fixed, you are the reason we grew up without a VCR).

But that is all in the past and reminiscing about it is a bit like sticking your face to the microwave oven door while it’s doing its magic; simply pointless and somewhat dangerous. The truth is that you are a pain in the ass but I love you nonetheless. You are my friend and know everything about me. You are not afraid to tell me the truth and although you don’t understand me sometimes (I do broadcast on a higher frequency than you) you have always supported me. You don’t know what that means to me. I will trust you forever. I will forgive you everything and I will give you any of my internal organs if you ever need one (I really hope you don’t though because I hear it’s a rather unpleasant process).

What I am trying to say is that I am proud of you, little brother. I never doubted you could do it. I am sorry for being a pain sometimes and I am sorry that I am the reason you are in a place where you’d rather not be. I do believe it’s for the best that you’re here but I know what it’s like to not be able to make your own choices and be confined. Hang in there. Just one more year and then the world will be your oyster.

I love you with all my heart,
Your brother

PS: You’re still a doodoo head.

next time I’ll have that coffee and skip the misery

You wake up at 6 in the evening because you slept at 10 in the morning. Your sleeping schedule is too screwed up to bother thinking about it right now. Something’s not right, you had another weird dream. You think it’s a good idea to not have any coffee now because your new-found optimism suggests that this will help you sleep at a more appropriate time for a change.

You are wrong, not only will this not help but you will also be cranky for the rest of your waking hours. Admitting it is the first step and you, my sad, slow-thinking and profoundly clumsy self have become addicted to caffeine. All these coffee flavoured years of your life have come back to bite you in the ass but you’re not sorry you did it. In fact, you’d do it again.

You haven’t blogged for days and you haven’t shaved in as many. Your summer vacation has taken a weird and unexpected turn. Unexpected because you recently received some wonderful news which does not explain why you feel so miserable right now. You should be on a constant high.

The papers were congratulating you. You are now a scientist. Well, you’re a “Computer Scientist” but saying just “scientist” is funnier. This is another thing you haven’t told the internets. Your results were better than what you expected and you’ll be graduating next week. Hurrah! You realise that things will be different in your life from now on but then you remember.

“Oh…!” There was another envelope. You were offered a place at that Masters degree course you applied to. You feel like uni will never be over. You’ll be the eternal student having a heart attack while frantically trying to take notes of what the lecturer is talking about. Of course you’re complaining, it’s in your nature, and after this last year it’s become the only way you can communicate. You find things to complain about even when the news are great.

You realise you wrote a whole post referring to yourself in the second-person. You loathe yourself.